Chapter hundred twelve

The two men finally arrived at the bar and Jeremy was out of the car before Sinclair turned off the engine. He was mad and he doubted there was anything the lawyer could say to make it better, but he was a level-headed man and he knew getting mad like Sinclair had said wouldn't bring answers. If Sinclair knew about the supposed heir then it was possible that he knew more and that 'more' was what Jeremy was interested in before he acted.

Sinclair led them to the VVIP section of the bar, far away from all the loud music and bodies dancing. Jeremy was amazed at how much people wanted alcohol and didn't even mind thinking so early in the day.

"It amuses me when I realize that some people just can't function without bars, clubs, and cafes, it is as if they all want to be somewhere," he muttered dryly, sounding slightly irritated.

"You seem to be the only man I know who has no idea what beer can do for him, you'll find out," Sinclair said, laughing at his tone.

Finally, they got seated